Steve gets exactly no where for answering because Penny’s growl hitches up to a rumble behind Bucky. Steve doesn’t step back, he doesn’t give up his space, but he does look just a little sad. “I thought I was a dog person, but I guess not,” he complains, crossing one arm in front of his chest, cupping his elbow with the other hand. “Your sister is going to kick my ass. But I’m fine. It looks like a lot of blood, but I didn’t even need stitches. Just some rabies shots.”

He rolls up his sleeve to prove that there are just scratches there now, angry scratches, but ones that didn’t look like they had bled at all. It doesn’t make sense, considering the amount of blood on him.

Or that he distinctly remembers watching his blood gush out of his arm.

Penny growls again, just on the verge of barking, and this time Steve does step back, looking a little confused.